Текст песни
I look in the mirror and hate what I see.
Is it the bottle, or the fiends that surround me?
They come in the droves, they all come and go.
So, I put on a smile 'cause there's nowhere left to hide.
Everywhere I go I make friends with bodybags;
They listen well and don't judge at the first glance.
I'd slow down time to save myself,
But I'm stuck in a masochistic dance.
I may have lost an eye, but I can see when you lie.
I'm not slipping man, I'm slipped.
A bad joke, personal reckoning.
Hate me or kill me;
Don't tiptoe around when you
Walk on broken ground.
The knives in your heels won't hold.
So you can fake (fake),
And you can cheat (cheat)
But I see clearly – I know that you're weak.
(I know that you're weak)
Your counterparts run circles 'around you
Like a wolf circles its prey.
Do you see the flowers growing at your feet?
Those who lay here died here miserably.
Yeah, that'll be you and me
If we're going down, I'll go down
Spraying the MAC-10 wide.
Hate me or kill me;
Don't blame me for dying.
You tiptoe around when you
Walk on broken ground;
'Cause the knives in your heels won't hold.
I'd drop dead from a bullet to the head,
And I'd still get no respect.
'Cause you'd rather run me down,
And I'd rather smoke you out.
Well, everyone has left;
It's just you and I from 10.
Your friends can try revenge;
While I have another round.
"Bottoms up, motherfucker."
You can shoot me all you want;
The only thing that can kill me is me.
I can't stand you fucking pricks,
Fuckin, all you do is leech.
I'm the end of the world,
Wearing your flesh to feel warm.
Hate me or kill me,
Don't blame me for dying.
You tiptoe around as you